walk along these star lit dreams
with hearts knit in deep despair
lil babies of fortune, waiting to be born
tired soul of sorrows, heaving the night within
posted by death at 7:08 PM
Monday
walk along these star lit dreams
with hearts knit in deep despair
lil babies of fortune, waiting to be born
tired soul of sorrows, heaving the night within
35 Comments:
its beautiful!
mrinalini: Thanks Mrinalini. Feels wonderful to have you here :)
Thank you for dropping by, my dear death. I can see that you are an acquaintance of Shy, are you not?
A very lovely site you have here, spartan and simple, just like your structure. Yet it weaves something more complex below the web of simplicity.
One shall endeavour to find out what it is.
Yours truly
Aristocrat
sorrows born off fortuna's curse . sigh...
lovely once again...
Your work reinforces my belief that DEATH is not a single event but a process... we die a thousand deaths everyday....
cheers
z
The poem is going round and round inside my head like a bee in a tin drum. Can anything be more poignant? More expressive of a brooding but sharp pain?
The poem itself is exquisitely finer than the finest gossamer. I go sofort to another world when I read your writings and it takes a long time to come back to earth...
But I do hope that what you write in the poem is completely the opposite of how you are feeling inside yourself.
wow.
wow.
this one. was the best yet (that i've read of yourse)
im not in pain, but there is a poignancy in the 4 lines that is hard not to grasp.
great job.
and really. i hope (for your sake) that this is an artistic-writery endeavour and not a true emotion.
yeah?
You have truly freed your verse...
aristocrat: you got me there :) the walls keep breaking, and then another appears as if by mystery! What can be said of the eagle that stops at nothing so it can reach the other side of winter!
Zofo: death is but a tunnel of gaze that never ends :)
parvati: beautiful words! You've laid out your thoughts so innocently there, like a lost baby waiting beside a lake wanting to be held tight. Am glad you liked 'em :)
lg: Sadness is a joy sometimes. Helps you understand the reasons for goodness and laughter :) Thank you so much!
AakASH!!!: And you've given them wings to fly :)
Nice!!
Perhaps if despaired hearts walk together, the journey will seem short.
Death, u r sick and you make me sick!!
Why do you always write such poems.....
I can make out from this that you are in love with someone or anybody has broken ur heart!!
You write so wonderfully.....
God bless you!!
Death you have been tagged by me, so visit my blog......
a line of joy,
a line of sorrow,
a line of helplessness,
a line of hope..
u master weaver of words..! :)
Its becoming difficult to follow you.
You take me in some deep dark alley..
wonderful :)
You hesitate,
withdraw,
refuse and
pause awhile,
Your young loath
do but surge the flame
Well another winner on the sorrowful work.
I am Back! :)
hmmm...
babies of fortune waiting to be born huh??? i see you're gettin a li'l optimistic...
good for u! :)
lit: perhaps
Neetika: Thank you
Anon: Oh yeah !?
Ashley: Don't follow me :)
sophia: yep
Blackempress: welcome back
dj: sure
Death divine :-)
My god you have some beautiful poems here.
Thank you so much for stopping by at my blog.
I am glad you found my blog too.
bleak.
beautiful.
melancholic.
Love the graphics.
And the frozen title.
Was it a coincidence or do you have a mechanism for tracking posts on death?
'Hi'-was a nice touch!
i want to send you an invite to join discharge. you have no e-mail address so i cannot. if you are interested then send me an e-mail and i'll sort out the invite.
you.are.a.great.writer.
i wonder how your "happy" poems will be..
"hearts knit in deep despair" what do you drink before coming up with such thoughts?????
:)
Nessa: indeed :)
educatedunemployed: Yep. And lets watch it all fade away soon
Cocaine Jesus: yep ! can't join discharge, because of the gore
still_figuring_out: i am not :)
darkness: water usually
The first line is so beautifully suggestive. But then the poem descends into a sad melancholy. You push us out, then pull us back in again.
I didn't understand what that meant.What will fade?why?
Anon: i ain't pushing nobody
educatedunemployed: tell me is there anything that does'nt fade ?
I hope some things don't.
educatedunemployed: gosh, you are adorable. Tell me more.. please
What makes me adorable?You totally confuse me.
educatedunemployed: awwww! see those red pimples on your face, when you wake up to rest..cute and lil :)
I dont have pimples on my face.
educatedunemployed: ooOOps. soreeey :)
death: That's the way the poem made me feel. I hope you understand that is I meant it as a compliment.
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